CINNAMON

HAARPER - CINNAMON

BODY COUNT [PROD. TOXICGODD]

NEXTBOT!

HAARPER - NEXTBOT!

SNAILslime

FERGIE W/ DUSTMYTE [PROD. DUSTMYTE]

*OFFICIAL AUDIO*

SHWINN - WARCHILD (PROD. REQUIEM CULT) 

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WARCHILD

WARCHILD (PROD. REQUIEM CULT)

*OFFICIAL AUDIO*
SHWINN - DREADFUL (PROD. REQUIEM CULT)

DREADFUL

DREADFUL (PROD. REQUIEM CULT)

Dumpin

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Welcome to the chop street

Dead bodies hanging by they feet

You see this demon when I walk

You hear this evil when I speak

Mark of the beast

When I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep

And in the middle of the night

I’m looking for some blood to leach

Catch your throat missing

Fresh blood spitting out your teeth

But I still practice what I preach

Give his family time to weep

I’m at the crossroads

You make a deal I got just what you need

But just know when your time is up

Them hellhounds coming out to feast

I done slit my wrist so much

I guess I’ll never get to feel

Yeah this demon I got’s real

He just showed me how to kill

Cloaked in hoodies

Crooked daggers

Demon sigils

Candles lit

See that full moon in the night

We bout to sacrifice yo Bitch



She lookin like Megan fox

Double 0 9

Conjugate ya soul

After following the signs

Takin all ya hoes to the road where they hide

Where the spirits stay alive

Skinnin sheep for their hides

You can run from us

You can back out now

But when the sun plummets

You won't camp without

All the voodoo in the night

Know we gotchu in our sight

We gon catch ya by surprise

Gotcha fearin fo ya life



Cest la vie

Tell me what you know

You a Dumb bitch

And I'm Fuckin on ya hoe

When the gun hits

You'll be Sippin on patrone

Thinkin everythang is good

Samsung g note

You cannot fuck with us

You throwin bluffs

Sippin tuss

Ima uppercut

Right through yo face

From a lunge

Pop a lung

Murk ya son

Puttin knives in ya tum

Listening to bone thug while I get the redrum



Redrum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb dumb dumb

Ima get me some

We spillin

Rum, rum, rum

You cannot outrun

I'm goin dumb, dumb, dumb

Ima get me some lil bitch


Bad face

Run up in the place

There’a nowhere to hide

The people here with the cleavers rep for blood and homicide

Murder rate’s high

And the bones gone crush

And the brain turns mush

I wonder why I have to touch

I kill so much

When lost in lust

Smoking with the fable reaper

Have talks between myself

Is there someone else inside

Or is it just that I need help

Mental health is off the tracks

If approached I will attack

No remorse I’m showin ( ?) kill em all

Destructive path

REAPER DEATH SEAL

REAPER DEATH SEAL [FEAT. HAARPER x BAKER YA MAKER] [PROD. SINGE]

LYRICS

Wet-Dry World

Bitch I’m running from the police with this blunt up in my hand,

FaceTime it w my bitch so we can put it on the gram,

150 on the highway while we pop another xan, 
Feeling like I’m Dutch van der linde I always got a plan,

Please excuse me but my girl she just got turned and now she killing in the street 

Gave that bitch a 100k and then she put it on her teeth
I don’t think you understand that I could murder you for free,

Youse a stupid dummy pussy bitch you fucking round with me,

I hope you listen, if I forsake it, then there’s nothing left to do,

And my conviction to get her naked just became another truth,

I could love you and never fuck you girl I’m not even gone front,
I could fuck you and Nip n tuck you make you look just how you want,

This hell raising, this fires blazing up out this booth,
It’s so contagious, Youth of The Nation, We speak the truth,

You’ll never faze us, we go the through phases till we improve,

Girl don’t be anxious, just show some patience, we dying soon

Remember when she never heard of me? Well now she wanna murder me,

Shudda seen the way she took the blick for plastic surgery,

Big shot outs to hell hound milita they gone make you bleed,

Keep a glock cocked on my block, I keep it sucker free,

Feel just like a creature, pull a knife out on the preacher, at my shows all you see is dead bodies in the bleachers,

I just killed your favorite rapper now his blood is on my hands,
I don’t do this cause I hate you, I just o this cause i can,

So mother fucker wait, we hit a stang then we switching plates,

At the bank, first name basis what the fuck you think? 
Acting fake, step to a soldier time to check your rank,

Keep that thang, it’s billy gang we gone make it bang

WET DRY WORLD [PROD. HINH]

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This song was inspired by “Hemlock Grove”

VARGULF [PROD. CARELEAN]

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